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Oct 2018
Teen Thoughts,
******* around with my head.
The thought of me wanting to die, I want to be dead.
Everything racing,
Me, myself, waiting for impact, I’m bracing.
Gun in my mouth,
The pills in my hand.
The noose around my neck,
It’s just one kick at the chair.
And it becomes my Suicidal one night stand.
I hate it all.
Every last minute.
I wanna end this all.
But the suicidal teenager is nothing but a “joke”
Everyone expects it now.
So no one gives them hope.
If you’re going through something, PM me and I’ll do my best to respond and help.
Written by
Finnick  15/M/The Void
(15/M/The Void)   
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